God is good!
This past weekend I had the opportunity to go to Fort Mills SC for The Call’s 40 days for 40 years prayer cast conference, we kicked off the 40-day fast with a nation wide prayer meeting with 8 different churches in the US and being broadcast on TBN, Daystar, and God TV live all over the world! Fort Mills was the main location, with Lou Engle, Rick Joyner, Dutch Sheets and Will Ford speaking and leading us in prayer… It just might have been the biggest and most important prayer meeting I have ever been apart of, like Lou Engle told me afterwards “You just made history man, wait no, we are making history with this global 40 day fast”. We are calling a nation to a Joel 2 assembly to return to the Lord with fasting and prayer, believing that God will pour out His spirit and seeing this nation return to God! I could go on and on about this, but words cant explain what happened in the heavens last Saturday! It was AMAZING!
It was intense, it was powerful, and it was only the beginning! I am soooooo excited to see what God is going to do in this nation and what He is already doing in me!
This weekend was a crucial moment in my life, the fullness of the impact it had on me I will only be able to understand in Heaven…
I’m still trying to process what happened, seriously all I know right now is that since Saturday night I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO WALK… I seriously damaged my calf muscles because of the intense worship! For real… I have never jumped soo much, so high and so hard in my life…well maybe the retreat that I got saved at, I remember my first as a real Christian I needed help walking heheh.
And this is the beauty of it… I wasn’t the only one, the room was full of extravagant worshipers… little 6 year old girls dancing and twirling for Jesus, a bunch of wild young adults, moms and dads, old hippie dudes with long hair and dreadlocks, and the most amazing of all, a 60 or 70 something year old man, with grey hair all over his head was next to me praising Jesus with all he had and no joke, he was jumping with his hands held up in the air and I couldn’t keep up with him!
I’m starting to think he was a angel or something it was so inspiring!
Anyways, to wrap this up… major spiritual warfare was done, major learning was done, and major praising Jesus was done! I’m filled up, fired up and ready to follow God’s leading wherever he takes me
Im going to blog some more on what happened there on my next ones
Any questions just drop me a comment or come talk to me, I would love to share more about thisJ
Love you guys
Go Jesus
Leo
Monday, May 28, 2007
Videos from Fort Mills SC
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Thursday, May 24, 2007
Fun Weekend - Cornerstone - Orlando
I just wanted to share a little bit on a very fun and needed get away I had last weekend… Im a keep it short, ask me about it later and I’ll LOVE to tell the full stories
So Josh Turner our middle school pastor, took a group of us and the south campus youth to christian music event in Orlando called Cornerstone.
So Josh Turner our middle school pastor, took a group of us and the south campus youth to christian music event in Orlando called Cornerstone.
-There where like 50 bands playing in 2 days -
-Most of them were Hardcore bands, meaning they play VERY loud -
-Not really my favorite style of music, but I had decided on enjoying it to the max-
- Within acouple of hours there Clay teagle told me there was a band giving out free haircuts-
- I got a Mohawk-
- Family Force Five blows me away with the most fun show I’ve seen in a while-
- Charlie Hall did a amazing worship set -
- snuck into our hotel pool at 1 a.m. -
-sleeped on the floor :)-
-spend some good quiet time under a tree-
-wrote a song for Jesus -
- Did double back flips on a bungee thing -
- MADE 20 DOLLARS GIVING OUT HUGE BRAZILIAN HUGS FOR A BUCK -
- Meet some cool missionary kids from YWAM -
- Got home at 1 in the morning and woke up to go to south at 6 -
I LOVE JESUS
Goodnight
The Vision
So through my two years in EDJ, God has slowly been revealing what His will is for my life, He has been showing me what I was created to do and how I am to function in the Body of Christ. He awakened the passions and gifting I have inside, He gave language to my weird expressions of love and abendment to Him :) There are key things, places and people who He has used to shape me into the man He wants me to be… and tonight I want to share something from a book that’s really been fuelling the fire inside of me, its called RED MOON RISING by Pete Greig… and this poem called “The Vision” is pretty much my heartbeat right now, so check it out, its definitely worth it!
More on God’s will for my life and the book on later blogs
Your Favorite Brazilian
Leo
The Vision
The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?
And the generation prays
like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.
On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Written at 3 a.m. on a prayer room in Chichester U.K.
Pete Greig - Red Moon Rising
More on God’s will for my life and the book on later blogs
Your Favorite Brazilian
Leo
The Vision
The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.
They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to loose that they might one day win the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground
And the army is discipl(in)ed.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ? Can hormones hold them back? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?
And the generation prays
like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside.
On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centers.
Don’t you hear them coming? Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes.
They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God.
My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself.
And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
Written at 3 a.m. on a prayer room in Chichester U.K.
Pete Greig - Red Moon Rising
Sunday, May 20, 2007
A Little About Me
I’m a kid from
Brazil that tried to do life my way and it got nowhere… then I had an encounter with the living God and it changed me completely… He poured out His love on me and gave me something to live for… Jesus Christ. And these are my blogs on the journey that is living for Him… Right now I’m a graduating intern at celebration church about to step head on into the next step on this path that God has for me… What’s going to happen? I don’t’ know… honestly, that’s the best part about it! Anything can happen, AND IT PROBALLY WILL!!!
I think that the biggest “About Me” thing I can write here is that it is not about me at all! Everything I post here I want it to be for Him, for the glory of God. So in this blog you can expect a lot about what God is saying and doing, and about what He has done and will do 
So yeah, this is my bloglife, have fun :)
“Father I give this blog to You, let everything that is said here be for Your glory, Lord I pray that you may use this blog to advance Your Kingdom and to strengthen the Body of Christ, Father I pray that you bless everyone who comes to this blog… Jesus let this be a continuation of my worship to you, I love you Lord…
In Jesus name I pray
Amen”
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